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The LIFE AND DEATH OF King JOHN
ALONSO, King of Naples.
Master of a Ship. SEBASTIAN, his brother.
Boatswain, PROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan.
MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero.
ARIEL, an airy Spirit.
JUNO, presented by Spirits.
Nymphs, TRINCULO, a Jester.
Reapers, STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero. SCENE-A ship at Sea: an island.
tage. If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
(Exeunt. Scene I. On a ship at sex: a tempestuous
Re-enter Boatswain. noise of thunder and lightning hard.
Bonts. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, Enter a Ship-Master and a Boatswain. lower! Bring her to try with main-course. 1.4 Vlast. Boatswain!
cry within.) A plague upon this howling! they Boats. Here, master; what cheer?
21c louder than the weather or our othce.
40 Mast. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't,
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
[Exit. Yet again! what do you here? Shail we give
o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink? Enter Mariners.
your throat, you bawling, Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, blasphemous, incharitable dog! my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Boats. Work you then. Tend to the master's whistle. Blow, till thou 4nt. Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, inburst thy wind, if room enough!
solent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be
drowned than thou art. Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDI
Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning: though NAND, GONZALO, and others.
the ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's leaky as an unstanched wench. the master? Play the men.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two Boats. I pray now, keep below.
courses off to sea again; lay her off. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?
Enter Mariners wet. Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labor: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Mariners. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
all lost! Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? cares these roarers for the name of king? To Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let's cabin: silence ! trouble us not.
assist them. Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast For our case is as theirs. aboard.
I'm out of patience. Boats. None that I more love than myself. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by You are a counsellor; if you can command these drunkards: elements to silence, and work the peace of the This wide-chapp'd rascal-would thou mightst present, we will not handa rope more; use your lie drowning
60 authority: if you cannot, give thanks you have The washing of ten tides! lived so long, and make yourself ready in your Gon.
He'll be hang'd yet, cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Though every drop of water swear against it Cheerly, good hearts! Out of our way, 1
say. And gape at widest to glut him.
[Exit. (A confused noise within : ' Mercy on us!'Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: We split, we split!'--'Farewell my wife and methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; children!'his complexion is perfect gallows. Siand fast, ' Farewell, brother!'--'We split, we split, we good Fate, to his hanging: make the rope of his split!') destiny our cable, for our own doth little advan- Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But (Exeunt Ant. and Seb. how is it Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, In the dark backward and abysm of time ! 50 brown furze, any thing. The wills above be If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here, done! but I would fain die a dry death. (Exeunt How thou camest here thou mayst.
But that I do not. Scene II. The island. Before PROSPERO'sce!l. Pros. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve Enter PROSPERO a'd MIRANDA.
Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
Sir, are not you my father?
O the heavens ! Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock What foul play had we, that we came from Against my very heart. Pour souls, they perish'd. Or blessed was't we did ?
(thence? Had I been any god of power, I would
Both, both, my girl; 61 Have sunk the sea within the earth or cre By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved It should the good ship so have swallow'd and thence, The fraughing souls within her.
But blessedly holp hither.
O, my heart bleeds No more amazement: tell your piteous heart To think o' the teen that I have turn'd
you to, There's no harm done.
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, Mir. O, woe the day!
No harm. P’r. My brotherand thy uncle,call'd AntonioI have done nothing but in care of thee, I pray thee, mark me-that a brother should Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who Be so perfidious !-he whom next thyself Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of all the world I loved, and to him put Cf whence I ain, nor that I am more better The manage of my state; as at that iime 70 Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, 20 Through all the signories it was the first And thy no greater father.
And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed Mir Morc to know
In dignity, and for the liberal arts Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Without a parallel; thosc being all my study, Pros.
Tis time The government I cast upon my brother I should inforın thee farther. Lend thy hand, And to my state grew stranger, being transported And pluck iny magic garinent from me. So: And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle
(Larys down his mantle. Dost thou attend me! Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have Mir.
Sir, most heedfully. comfort.
Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd How to deny them, who to advance and who 80 The very virtue of compassion in thee,
To trash for over-topping, new created I have with such provision in mine art
The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed So safely ordered that there is no soul
'em, No, not so much perdition as an hair 30 Or else new form'd'em; having both the key Betid to any creature in the vessel
Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. To what tune pleased his car; that now he was Sit down;
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, For thou must now know farther.
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st Mir.
You have often Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
Mir. O, good sir, I do. And left me to a bootless inquisition,
I pray thee, mark me. Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated Pros.
The hour's now come; To closeness and the bettering of my mind 90 The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; With that which, but by being so retired, Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother A time before we came unto this cell ?
Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,
A falsehood in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had indeed no limit, Pros . By what?
by any other house or person? A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Of any thing the image iell me that
Not only with what my revenue yielded, Hath kept with thy remembrance.
But what my power might else exact, like one Mir.
'Tis far off, Who having into truth, by telling of it, And rather like a dream than an assurance
Made such a sin: er of his memory, That my remembrance warrants. Had I not To credit his own lie, he did believe Four or five women once that tended me? He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty, Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me With all prerogative: hence his ambition grow. An undergoing stomach, to bear up ing
Against what should ensue, Dost thou hear?
How came we ashore? Mir, Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pros. By Providence divine. Pros. To have no screen between this part Some food we had and some fresh water that 160 he play'd
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Out of his charity, being then appointed Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library Master of this design, did give us, with Was dukedom large enough: of temporal roy- Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries, alties
Which since have steaded much; so, of his He thinks me now incapable; confederates gentleness, So dry he was for sway-wi' the King of Naples Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me To give him annual tribute, do him homage, From mine own library with volumes that Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend I prize above my dukedom, The dukedom yet unbow'd-alas, poor Milan! - Mlir.
Would I might
But ever see that man!
Pros. Now I arise: (Resumes his mantle. Pros. Mark his condition and the event; Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. 170 then tell me
Here in this island we arrived; and here If this might be a brother.
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit I should sin
Than other princesses can that have more time To think but nobly of my grandmnother:
For vainer hours and tutors not so careful. Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Mir. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I Pros. Now the condition. 120
pray you, sir, This King of Naples, being an enemy
For still tis beating in my mind, your reason To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; For raising this sea-storm ? Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises Pros.
Know thus far forth, Of homage and I know not how much tribute, By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Should presently extirpate me and mine Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan Brought to this shore; and by my prescience 180 With all the honors on my brother: whereon, I find my zenith doth depend upon A treacherous army levied, one midnight A most auspicious star, whose influence Fated to the purpose did Antonio open
If now I court not but omit, my fortunes The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of dark- Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions: ness,
130 Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence And give it way: I know thou canst not choose. Me and thy crying self.
Miranda skeps. Mir. Alack, for pity!
Come away, servant, come, I am ready now. 1, not remembering how I cried out then, Approach, my Ariel, come. Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
Enter ARIEL. That wrings mine eyes to't.
Ar. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail ! Pros.
Hear a little further I come And then I'll bring thee to the present business To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, 190 Which now's upon's; without the wnich this story To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride Were most impertinent.
On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task Mir.
Wherefore did they not Ariel and all his quality. That hour destroy us?
Hast thou, spirit, Pros.
Well demanded, wench: Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee! My tale provokes that question. Dear, they Ari. To every article. durst not,
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, So dear the love my people bore me, nor set Now iu the waist, the deck, in every cabin, A mark so bloody on the business, but
I flamed amazement; sometime I'd divide, With colors fairer painted their foul ends. And burn in many places; on the topmast, In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
precursors Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, And sight-outrunningwere not; the fire and cracks To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune To the winds whose pity, sighing back again, 150 Seem to besiege and make his bold waves Did us but loving wrong.
Yea, his dread trident shake. (tremble, Mir. Alack, what trouble Pros.
My brave spirit ! Was I then to you!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Pros. 0, a cherubin
Would not infect his reason ? Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst Ari
Not a soul smile,
But felt a fever of the mad and play'd Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners 210 When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,